Page 21 of Colby's Lost Binky

I was tugging at the diaper. I liked how thick it was and knew that it made me look extra cute in my onesie and my shorts, even if they were just a little too snug. But also, it was different than any I’d used in the past, and I wasn’t quite confident in using it yet.

“Are you ready to go play?” Daddy asked when I was fully dressed, probably trying to prevent me from falling asleep. I was most of the way there already.

I’d been wanting to come here for so long, and being asleep during my first visit didn’t sound like the best of ideas.

I looked around the room one more time. It was huge and adorable. While I didn’t want Daddy to spend his money on something so extravagant, now that we had it, I was more than willing to take advantage of it. No sense wasting his kindness.

“I love this room and how you helped me and everything about today.” I hopped off the changing table, took his hand, and we walked out and circled the place, looking for the perfect spot to perch for the evening.

We eventually found a cozy spot near the little room. There were other littles around, and for the first time, I saw Hudson dressed as a little. I had hints that he might have liked this—that this was something we had in common—but this was the first time I had seen him in action. And he was super cute.

I had my binky-holder’s cloth wrapped around my fingers. “Can we sit here?” I asked, my thumb rubbing against the fabric nervously. It didn’t really make sense. Hudson and I worked together. What was there to be nervous about?

“Yeah, I’d like that,” he replied, handing me a little rubber duckie to play with. He picked up a crocheted pouch from behind him, which had more rubber duckies inside. “I have a whole bag of them.”

“I like duckies,” I said, and the two of us had our ducks talking back and forth, doing cartwheels, and even flying to the moon. It was a lot of fun, but we could play ducks anywhere. There were special things here that we couldn’t do anywhere else, and I was ready for those.

“Do you want to go to the playroom?” Hudson asked, looking at Barrister as if to get permission from him as well.

“I have to ask Daddy first,” I said.

I grabbed Barrister’s hand and looked up at him. “Can we go play in the little room, Daddy?”

Barrister smiled. “Of course, sweetheart, as soon as you put your ducks away.”

Hudson and I cleaned up quickly, and our daddies took us to the playroom. It was nothing like what I expected. I thought it would be a big open space with some toys scattered around. I should’ve known better with a club that had such a good reputation. It was a full-on room with areas for everything. There were blocks and car ramps, dollhouses, crafts, snacks, and even a story-time rug. I could spend all day there and not play with everything. The setup was so detailed and immersive that I froze, unsure what to do first. It was amazing and overwhelming at the same time.

“Did you want to pick what to do first, or do you want Daddy to pick?”

“There’s so much.” And I wanted to do it all. “Daddy pick?”

“Of course, my sweet boy. How about we start with the bubbles?”

How had I not even seen those? We headed over, Hudson joining us. I’d forgotten how fun bubbles were. Hudson and I raced to see who could pop the most. Our daddies kept saying it was a tie. I didn’t think it was.

I was sad when he and Bridger needed to leave an hour into our playtime but was thrilled when Daddy said we could stay and play and double thrilled when Bridger told Barrister he was going to call to arrange a playdate soon.

Daddy and I spent the rest of the afternoon popping even more bubbles, playing with toys, coloring, and just enjoying being in a space where we could be ourselves. It was the perfect escape, and I felt safe and cared for with Barrister by my side. Having Hudson there to play with for part of it? That made things even better.

I didn’t think the day could get any better, and then we started to leave and I overheard the woman who ran the little room talking to someone I hadn’t met yet about a job opening. I wasn’t a big one for eavesdropping. I found it rude at best. But the more I tried to ignore it, the more I heard. Everything about the job fit my skill set perfectly.

Finally, I was unable to keep from saying something.

“Is the listing on your website?” I didn’t even give a preamble, just jumped right in. I wasn’t even sure why I bothered. I was wearing a diaper, for goodness’ sake. It might be a kinky club, but that didn’t mean they were looking for kinky employees. They would want someone with the education and experience for the job over that any day.

“Not yet.” The woman I didn’t recognize turned to me. “I’m Ms. Lily. Are you a possible candidate?”

“I think so.” I’d never come out of little space so quickly.

“Then, let’s go to my office, and I can fill you in.”

“Like this?” I indicated my clothing.

“Unless you want to change first.”

Did I? It wasn’t like it was an interview. I was just getting information on a position. But also, this could be a great opportunity.

“I’m okay like this, I think.” Or I wasn’t, but standing there staring wasn’t doing anyone any good.

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